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After a thorn-riddled, impossible trail in which I found myself all but buried in a murky swampland and suffocated by impenetrable mangroves, I finall..
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There comes a point when you're walking that you're afraid to look head-on at reality, because you know something is wrong. And by reality I'm talking..
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I've never experienced a trauma this deep. It is as if, after so many years of satisfaction and structure and competence of intelligent individuals, a..
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I awoke to crunching and shuffling and whispers.Apparently I had indeed slept, at least momentarily, and now there was an invading force of mysterious..
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As I sprinted through the jungle, I mused terribly on things. Painful things. Horrible things. I failed. I failed, I told myself, spiking the statemen..
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Sure. I wouldn't have the slightest idea what it is like to actually experience a war. And for me to assume anything of such situations would probably..
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The more we grow, the more we begin to see our individual place within a greater reality, like lifting off in a plane and suddenly noticing how widesp..
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Restored from Writers Café, 2006
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Restored from Writers Café, 2006.
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Dear XXXXX:Often have I stopped to consider whether or not I am special for believing in a “true” sort of love, a selfless love notable fo..
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